In Flanders Fields  5457

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
[tab]That mark our place; and in the sky
[tab]The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
[tab]Loved and were loved, and now we lie
[tab][tab][tab]In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
[tab]The torch; be yours to hold it high.
[tab]If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
[tab][tab][tab]In Flanders fields.

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  • The Walls Do Not Fall • penultimate line of H. D.'s poem "we passed the flame" evokes McCrae's "we throw the torch"
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